Our past seem to be sculptured by the same artists,
Our hearts mended by the same glue,
Our realities filled with the same bumps and twists,
And our happiness becoming something only felt by a few...

if I'm being honest,
You fill my entire being with butterflies,
You're the moment in my day that's best,
You give me clarity to all the lies,

You make me bite my lip,
And get my heart beat to skip
And I know this is all new to you and I
But I guess the best things in life are the moments when we try

- E.A.F